220’s story

Within an hour’s range, a rough shelter had been set up. It was small, to the point where it could only be split three ways. It was lean-to style, up against a tree. The three sections meant sleeping in pairs. Still, enough space was left to give them some privacy.

220 spoke. “I say we give 225 some space. She’s got enough in her hands as is missing half her clothes. And I’m not gay, so I’m not pairing with him.” 225 nodded and stuck herself into her own space.

224 took the chance to speak in a millisecond. “I’ll take up that offer. The way 230 was sounding earlier…” She pulled off her helmet, revealing her brown hair with waves around the nipple line. Her eyes showed almost lustily. She tucked herself into the corner. 220 followed in, setting his helmet aside and putting his blaster above where his head would be.

223 look to 230. “I assume that means it’s us again? You wanna resume where we were last?” He sees her take off her remaining armor and belt, a stormtrooper’s belt that she’d replaced her old thick scout’s one with. She huddled into her area.

“Sure, I’m down,” 230 lowered her voice, “if it means it’ll be like last time.” She smiled.

223 knelt down and whispered to her. “Only if you want, but we’ll have to be quiet.” She nodded and 223 joined her. She nearly lets out a giggle.

220 lays, next to 224, facing up. As much as he denies it, his heart rate is growing. She turns to face him and grabs him. He tries to not feel only her breasts, failing. She lets out a shiver. She gains consciousness and tries to cover up her hug with a body warmth excuse, knowing it probably won’t go unnoticed. 220 almost doesn’t move. All he wants is to be held. She feels good. He hugs her back, trying not to squeeze her too hard. He felt her hands on his, not noticing them discreetly sliding up from her hips, until he feels something round and fleshy, under her suit. He opens his eyes seeing hers looking directly back into his.

His hands still lay on her cleavage, feeling her hands move off them slowly. She tried to keep herself subtle and tried not to make it obvious. Her hands went down to his stomach, then to his crotch, pulling away the armor and feeling him harden. She looked up at his unbroken stare, having felt his hands now on the back of her head, pulling her in for a kiss without resistance. The two share a moment of inner warmth and hold each other until both pass out under the Endor moonlight.